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Brindha Vinodh
Love in the time of plague
is like the sun that is needed in Winter-
to offer warmth and to drive away darkness,
love in the time of plague
is the hot soup needed on a cold day.
Love is fluid
when it adjusts its shape,
love from the marble eyes of a child,
smooth and sparkling,
radiates positivity and hope
at a time when an adult is plagued by cobwebs of worries,
love takes the shape of a tonic that can cure the plague of
hate man infectiously spreads in the name of caste, creed and greed
to acquire larger boundaries,
composition of the tonic being soothing words, warm gestures,
greetings,
love is air when it flows freely,
borderless, bonding cultures through art and poetry,
it can be felt, absorbed through each vein and pulse beat of your heart,
even when war shatters the wings that your dreams were about to take.
Love in the time of plague
is like the sun that is needed in Winter-
to offer warmth and to drive away darkness,
love in the time of plague
is the hot soup needed on a cold day.
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